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A Woman Speaks

Moon marked and touched by sun my magic is unwritten but when the sea turns back it will leave my shape behind. I seek no favor untouched by blood unrelenting as the curse of love permanent as my errors or my pride I do not mix love with pity nor hate with scorn and if you would know me look into the entrails of Uranus where the restless oceans pound. I do not dwell within my birth nor my divinities who am ageless and half-grown and still seeking my sisters witches in Dahomey wear me inside their coiled cloths as our mother did mourning. I have been woman for a long time beware my smile I am treacherous with old magic and the noon's new fury with all your wide futures promised I am woman and not white.

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Young & Gifted & Little Girl Blue

Young and Gifted and Little Girl Blue

wants only to play classical ways of Bach, Chopin, Rachmaninoff, Beethoven, but Curtis – Philly, perhaps Carnegie too, whether prejudice or preference, doesn’t think her particular hue belongs with the masters, so she skips circus tents, every star in the sky, starts right where she sits, counts her fingertips, what can she do but throw Good King Yule in behind every raindrop that falls.

Counterpoint calls once boardwalk City, goddam Mississippi, get Little Girl’s vocals to shudder and rage, exhorting Brown Baby to live by the code, walk freedom’s road, beyond strange poplar trees. Blood on leaves, Bach Fugue in C, Love Me or Leave Me swirl in unbalanced Little Girl’s world, disorders the tone of the ways of the wind, and Wild is the Wind was Nina Simone

with voice that quivered love me love me love me say you do-o-o-o, while classical fingers contrapuntally flew behind the sound of mandolins, the kiss, the leaf, the cling, the touch. Her cry for love and freedom’s clutch was every glove that laid her down, troubled waters beneath that sound. The truth of Simon suits Simone, Chopin in black and silk and soul.

Poem Credit: "Young and Gifted and Little Girl Blue” — a poem (for Nina Simone) by John McCluskey

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STILL I RISE

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

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Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

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